"Grimm!"

It was a massacre, thousands were being slaughtered by the second as waves upon waves of Grimm flooded the once great city. It's rulers having been the last guardians, falling against the sheer massiveness of their foe.

Hundreds of different types of Grimm flooded the streets, Lancers impaled, Beowolfs consumed, Ursas crushed, Nuckelavee tore, etc. No one was spared as the monsters slaughtered them all. And watching this murderous rampage, was their makers.

One could be described as beautiful, but they could also be described as cold, cruel, and maleficent. Salem, Witch of the Grimmlands and its ruler. At her side was perhaps the only being in existence capable of being her...lover.

They towered over her, a mass of bone armor and muscle, the face of a skeletal demon on what might have been a handsome face, a multitude of horns curving into a massive crown. Typhon roared and as one, the Grimm howled and screamed and wailed, causing all who heard to either fall to the ground or die from the pure and utter terror they felt.

And as the scream reached its climax…the moon shattered.

A wave of white fell upon the Grimm, and their shriek of terror turned into one of pain as their bodies began to change. To morph into something that wasn't their own. The survivors, though few, looked on in awe as the Grimm's very essence seemed to fluctuate with an unknown force. And, just like their scream, as one, the fell.

Only two beings remained, completely unscathed by the Dust…or so one would think.

As the Dust began to soak in the blood of millions, and as the land turned red, something screamed. It sounded human, almost, like a mother who had found the body of their child dead. It was joined by another scream of sorrow, this one deeper and far more animalistic but a wail all the same.

And as one, all Grimm were given a soul.

"A soul? Like, Aura? That was how Grimm were given Aura?" Summer Rose nodded and rubbed Yang's head, maneuvering a bit so Ruby was able to stay on her lap.

"That's right, no one knows exactly what happened, but there have been tests and Grimm do have an Aura now, and since its theorized that Lunar Dust caused this it's extremely valuable. Now, back to the story!"

The change was unnoticed at first, the people thought that the Grimm were biding their time like always, but when the absence began to grow, they began to wonder, and with that wonder, came amazement when they discovered their life long enemy, their most vicious foe, the very thing societies as a whole were shaped by…as gentle as a mother with their child.

With this discovery, the world began to change and people around the world began to discover what the Shattering had accomplished. Grimm of the sands were now the color of sand, their eyes a deep amber and their masks a dirt brown. Grimm of the sea were a multitude of colors, their masks a pearly white, and their eyes a sea green. Grimm of the snow were white and grey, with some being black and brown, their eyes were a light blue, their mask a pure white. The Grimm of the forests were of a great variety, emulating the animals they resembled, Ursa were black and brown, Beowolfs were varying shades of brown, grey, and red, and every other creature was a color suitable to the animal they were compared to.

It was the stronger, deadlier Grimm that made the most drastic change. Griffons turned into their mythical brethren, Nuckelavee became knights riding stallions, and the most ancient of Grimm became walking mountains. Only two were changed mentally…those two being the most intelligent of the Grimm.

Salem became a mother, giving the Gift of summoning to Faunus and human kind. Typhon became a Guardian, and gave the Gift of changing, the power to morph and become a Grimm at their fingertips.

And so, the Grimm Gifted were born into a world of peace, where the Grimm were seen not as an enemy, but as…a friend.

"And then?!" Summer shrugged, getting two shocked 'what!'s.

"No one knows, Salem hasn't been seen for centuries and Typhon hasn't been seen in decades." Yang seemed to deflate while Ruby just looked curious.

"Wher ar dey?" Summer smiled again, this smile full of love and care, as she lifted Ruby up to look at her.

"Perhaps when you're older, I'll tell you where they were last seen. Now, both of you need to head off to bed, or no cookies!" The two gasped and Yang all but jumped into her bed as Ruby struggled to escape Summer's grasp to get to her own.

She laughed and set the child down into her bed, strawberry blankets and little red Beowolfs covering it.

"Good night my little Rosebud." She kissed her on the head and moved to Yang, covered in Drakes and Deathstalkers, all of them a flaming gold or orange.

"Good night my lil Firecracker!" She rubbed her head and Yang giggled as Summer walked to the door. The lights went out and the two were soon asleep, dreaming of witches and monsters.

As they slept, Summer took one last look at Yang's face and grimaced. Already, vein like lines could be seen bulging out of her skin, the lines beginning to turn grey as they grew longer. Summer reached a hand up to her face, smooth and umblemished, and held back a tear.

She walked down into the living room, getting ready to call Tai or Qrow, to at least warn them of what she had confirmed, when, illuminated by a flash of lightning, she saw someone standing at her door. The silhouette had a set of horns.

It couldn't be she rushed to the door and swung it open, coming face to face with the Father of all Grimm, Typhon.

"Hello my little pupil…" He leaned forward, his skeletal face so close Summer could smell the millennia of death he had wrought, "…we need to talk about your…girls."